Sink Me In The River At Dawn Novels & Stories

River immediately froze as he watched me descend from the stairs with a fountain pen pressed against my jugular. When I saw fear dancing in his eyes, I knew I had him. “What the fuck do you think you're doing?” he growled, clearly distressed. “Put down the pen, Aqua.” “A life for a life,” I said. When River didn't respond, I feared he didn't take my bluff, so I forced myself to go an extra mile. His eyes widened at the sight of blood trickling down my neck as I increased the pressure on the fountain pen.

I wanted to scream out for Jaxson, but I barely had enough time to take a small breath when my head surfaced. My body then slammed into another rock, and pain shot through my body as I let out a silent cry. Realization at that moment dawned on me that this was the end for me. Jaxson hadn’t seen me go under and I knew there was no way he was going to find me down the river being taken by the rapids. My life at that moment began to flash before my eyes just as they say it will before you die, and the last image that I saw was Jaxson’s beautiful blue eyes staring at me before the darkness took me.

A gunshot blasted through the air right as the dark river swallowed him whole. The impact hit his body like concrete. Ice-cold water rushed into his lungs, choking him, dragging him down into the black abyss. Terror seized him as he thrashed frantically against the pressure. The current spun him like a leaf. He couldn't tell up from down. He couldn't breathe. Is this really how it ends? he thought wildly—saved from a cage just to suffocate here? YANK. A rough hand from nowhere hooked into his collar and pulled hard. Rosen broke the surface gasping and choking, vomiting river water onto the surface of a small boat. Two burly men hauled him aboard like a drowned cat.

The night was warm, summer heat lingering even after sunset, and I stripped down to my bra and underwear before wading in. The water was cold and perfect, washing away sweat and stress, and I dove under, letting it close over my head and muffle everything. When I surfaced, gasping and feeling almost human again, I heard footsteps on the bank. Damon stood there in just his shorts, his chest bare and painted silver by moonlight. "Mind if I join you?" "It's a free river," I said, trying to ignore how my heart rate spiked at his proximity. He waded in without hesitation, hissing slightly at the temperature but pushing forward until he was waist-deep beside me.

I mumbled the prayer subtly, summoning His holiness to purify the flush of filth that occupied my mind. But all I could subconsciously concentrate on was Diana slowly walking into the shallowness and gentle stream of the river that touched and slithered past her legs then between them and then above them so fearlessly. I opened my eyes, parting the branches and leaves that obscured her from my vision. I was cautious about where my gaze fell and thankfully she was submerged neck deep in the river. She dived underwater. A minute passed. Two. Three. Four. Five. I could feel her suffocation within me.

“Now, Rose! Jump!” Rose took one trembling breath, then flung herself forward. The world tilted—sky and cliff spinning—and then the water rose up like a wall and swallowed her whole. Cold knifed through her body as she plunged under, sinking deeper than she thought possible. Her lungs convulsed as icy water forced its way past her lips. She kicked, thrashed, but the ropes bound her like stone weights. The current caught her and dragged her further down, its pull relentless, the river roaring in her ears like some great beast.

Although the current of the river wasn’t as strong and forceful as the last one, I was still terrified. Damir, who was probably waiting for me to walk in, chuckled, “You know you are eventually going to wash up anyway, and this is your best opportunity. Moreover, we need to hide our tracks from Mr Alpha.” “I know,” I whisper-yelled, “I’m going in,” I said, walking slowly into the river. Despite the brightly glowing sun in the sky, the cold waters still made me register a resentment. I winced at the chill that instantly coursed through me, goosebumps rapidly covering my skin as I was buried up to my neck in the gentle flowing liquid.

Tate’s worried expression greeted me. I forced a smile. I have to show that I am strong and that I can temporarily be their source of strength while we are still looking for Alpha Lennox. “You okay?” “I am. Thanks for the clothes.” He glanced at me. “It fits.” Looking around, I asked, “Where are we again?” “The Dark River. One of the deepest rivers in the country.” The Dark River was rumored to be the most number of people having suicidal attempts by throwing their own car here.

“Then under it is.” Miro was the first to wade in, pushing through the narrow space below the bars. The cold current stung against my skin as I followed, holding the ledger close. The water closed over my shoulders, and my breath escaped in bubbles. And then—light. I broke the surface beneath the open sky, the stars dimmed by the smoke rising from the city above. The river flowed slowly here, carrying with it the sound of burning wood and gunpowder. We swam toward the far bank, every muscle screaming, lungs burning.

She whispered back. Dior shook his head, indicating no. “No. Not an enemy. It sounds like flowing water. It seems like...a river. A river must be near.” River? Farrah's eyebrow shot up, very surprised. In her memories, there indeed seem to be a big river in this city. Smelling the unpleasant smell on their clothes, an idea popped inside her mind. Dior, seeing the desire to bath in her eyes, smiled. “Want to see it?” “Okay! Let's go!”